"If you can be recognized as a genius by the Sixth Academy of the Magic City, what else can you say?"
"God-like operation."
The movement of the hand was very stable. Starting from the second blood vessel, each needle was placed in place at one time without repetition. Just like the first one, the second blood vessel was anastomosed smoothly and successfully.
Director Han had a smile on his face.
The next steps of nerve anastomosis, tendon anastomosis, and skin suturing were as fast as a performance for Song Zimo. The replantation of the thumb was completed, and then the replantation of the index finger began.
The blood vessels in the index finger were worse than those in the thumb. The walls were not only thinner, but also very brittle. Song Zimo carefully inserted the needle through it, but the position was not good. He pulled out the needle, adjusted the needle tip, and inserted it again. The position was barely OK.
Song Zimo planned to let the needle enter the wall of the blood vessel at the other end, but an accident happened - the thread that had already entered tore the blood vessel wall, leaving a small opening.
His hand was already very steady and his movements were as gentle as possible, but he still tore the blood vessels.
Director Han frowned, the situation was not optimistic.
This blood vessel was too thin, its wall was extremely thin, and it was completely brittle. Director Han judged that the baby must be a premature infant, and the blood vessels were not yet mature enough to have this condition.
Song Zimo put down the microscope instruments, took his eyes away from the field of view, twisted his neck, adjusted slightly, then picked up the instruments again and began to enter the field of view.
Because Song Zimo didn't let Yang Ping cut the thread, Yang Ping didn't take any action and could only watch him do it.
The second injection failed again. Song Zimo was unwilling to give in and tried a third time, but it still failed. Each time, the blood vessels would be torn.
This is only the blood vessel of the index finger, and you can imagine several other thinner fingers.
"Will it tear if you're so gentle?"
"There's no way we can handle this."
Everyone discussed cautiously, and the operation reached a deadlock.
Song Zimo was a little discouraged. He had practiced with similar blood vessels many times, and the tail artery anastomosis of newborn mice was easy. He was in good condition today. He had been extremely careful with his hands, so how could he pull the blood vessel wall open?
"This is a premature baby. The blood vessels are not well developed and the walls of the tubes are thin and fragile. They are different from the blood vessels you usually connect. Song Zimo, please wait for me. Yang Ping, come down and rest." Old Han stood up and prepared to go on stage in person.
After several failures, Song Zimo could no longer try, so he had to put down the equipment, leave the field of vision, put his hands into the protective bag on his chest, and wait for Director Han to come on stage to do it.
"Director, let me try, is it okay?" Yang Ping applied to Director Han, very confident and sincere.
Director Han just stood up and was about to wash his hands when he heard what Yang Ping said and stopped.
"Director, let Dr. Yang try it! He is very good at microsurgery. I saw him last time." Zhang Lin was on the side helping to fight for him.
Director Han thought for a moment: "Okay, give it a try and move slower."
With Director Han's consent, Yang Ping began to continue Song Zimo's unfinished surgery.
Director Han sat down, and the stopped action on the screen started again, but the action was not on Song Zimo's side, but on Yang Ping's side.
The forceps hold the outer membrane, the needle carries the thread, pierce it from the outer wall, and pass out from the inner wall. In a vertical posture, without any lateral pulling force, it penetrates from the inner wall of the other end, and finally comes out from the outer wall, and the entire line
Smoothly penetrates in and out, every time in and out, completely in the best position.
tie!
The tip of the needle holder is between the two threads, close to one thread, and winds beautifully to clamp the end of the thread.
A beautiful knot is formed, and the two broken parts are brought together lightly and steadily!
Tie two more knots! Exactly three knots.
Trimming!
Song Zimo stared at the screen and forgot to help cut the thread. Yang Ping cut the thread himself.
Starting from the second injection, the action is very light, and there is no need to worry about involving the blood vessel wall.
How could he be so powerful? Song Zimo couldn't believe it.
Director Han carefully and completely read the second stitch, touched his chin, and turned his head: "Yang Ping, change positions with Song Zimo, and continue--"
The microscope has two pairs of eyepieces, one for the chief surgeon and one for the assistant. Now Yang Ping is sitting in the assistant's position, and Director Han asked him to switch to the chief surgeon's position, which makes the operation more comfortable and convenient.
The two people exchanged positions and the operation continued.
The equipment nurse Su Yixuan's equipment connection was very smooth. Yang Ping did not need to turn his head after each suture and knotting, and the microscissors were delivered to his hand within easy reach.
Get the microscissors and cut the wire.
Continuing, the microscissors on the left hand were replaced with microscopic tweezers.
Song Zimo didn't know whether to participate or not, and had no idea at the moment.
Second needle, third needle, fourth needle, fifth needle, sixth needle--
Old Han held back the breath he was about to exhale and tried to let it out slowly.
The only sound in the operating room was the whirring sound of the anesthesia machine. Tian Yuan and Fang Yan sat on another operating table, putting their hands in protective bags on their chests and looking at the screen.
On the big screen next door, a lot of people gathered. Young doctors and interns gathered in front of the screen.
"No, it doesn't seem like Senior Brother Song is doing it?"
"Director Han!"
Someone looked through the glass.
"Director Han is not here, it's the new Dr. Yang."
"Is he so powerful? More powerful than Senior Brother Song?"
They talked quietly, but they didn't dare to make too much noise even though they were separated by a wall.
Yang Ping operation, the stitch distance and margin are very standard.
Whenever the last stitch of a blood vessel is anastomosed and the lumens are tightly sutured together, if it weren't for the circle of blue thread and the slightly everted interface, no one would think it was a broken blood vessel.
There is no need to stretch the blood vessel wall with one shot, and there is no need to repeat the shot.
The various dissatisfactions in Song Zimo's heart at this time began to slowly dissipate like dark clouds after a rain, replaced by natural surprise that he could not do this.
Is this the so-called genius? Is this what the real genius in this world is like? Song Zimo always thought that he was a genius, but now he realized that he was just a pseudo-genius, just better than ordinary people.
When Song Zimo was studying for his master's degree, he was trained in microsurgery. He had to remove 100 mouse tails, with a 100% survival rate and the fastest speed among the doctors who participated in the training at that time.
He independently performed the first case of replantation of a severed finger, and the time it took reached the average level of hand surgery in the Sixth Hospital of Shanghai at that time, and the patient survived successfully.
At this time, Director Han gave up the idea of going on stage, bent his index finger, and tapped his thigh gently, very rhythmically.
